I once thought that the age from thirteen to twenty-two was a dream.
In the dream, there are sounds and lusts, in the dream the power is overwhelming, in the dream there are sad sounds, in the dream there are happy faces, in the dream there are people moving in layers, like that shadow puppet show, you sing and I come on the stage, but I am missing.
However, when I passed the age of twenty-two, I discovered that those years turned out to be the most real and beautiful encounter. It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. You said it's so easy for one person to love another person. It's so cheap to change a heart with just one word.
Is youth really frivolous, spreading love like a splash of ink?
Sprinkle it all
Therefore, it would be a beautiful thing if I could really die in those nine years of dreaming.
The flowers are in full bloom, so just cut them off.
Just like if love really lasts forever, all it will get is a pile of crushed mud.
Luo'er, we should have separated when you came to Beijing.
That way we at least have a relationship that we can use to comfort ourselves and narcissize ourselves.
Xiao Lang's passing was actually the best ending, but we didn't understand it back then.